Keeping up with Myself

I started a new novel this week. Starring Bo Fexler, of course. I've burned down her apartment and left her standing in the parking lot without any pants on.

Not only is this novel off to a good start, it's moving quickly, with little pieces of the plot falling into place so nicely.

The only problem is that I can't keep up with myself. I can't churn out prose fast enough to fill in those plot points that have floated serenely to me through the last few days. I just don't have the time to push through that many words in a day.

Gotta go. I have a story that can't wait to be written. With a half-naked protagonist.